My NY Yankee tank top.I take her by the hand and lead her to the front of your car. “OK, lay up on the hood”. She complies promptly. Her pussy ...starts to throb with the very idea. “Fuck, a car coming”. Stay cool and stay there. Don't sit up and don't say anything if they stop, OK? “yes”. The car passes without a look. “It was some old dude”. “He didn't even look, he was having a hard enough time seeing where he was going”! She laughed; her lower back rising off the hood and her big. What if she thought it was ugly?“It’s beautiful,” she sighed. She looked up at him. “So strong and manly,” she said.Then she leaned forward to push loose lips against the tip, in a sort of semi-French kiss. She didn’t take him fully into her mouth, but used her lips to push his foreskin back and nip at the hard, shiny tip. The tip of her tongue pressed gently into the slit it found there.As if she knew he couldn’t take much more, she stood up and jumped onto the bed, flopping on her back.“Take. I know, because I counted the steps in order to try and calm myself slightly. She heard me, looked up. She looked confused, but… intrigued. Opening my mouth, I was planning on saying something like, “What’d you get for question two?” but apparently my subconscious had other ideas. “Look,” I said quietly into her ear, leaning close to her. “We both know that I have a thing for you and that, quite honestly, you want me too. So let’s just cut to the chance, okay?” Her face was the very. That accidental casual meeting on the lake began the chain of events in his life that led to dating other girls and eventually to marriage to the woman he had loved for so many years.Now of course, at age 61, that chain of people and events had gotten rather long. But looking back at it all was an enjoyable task as he considered making a return to the Adirondacks, after having been absent for over forty years. Some of the events of that year he remembered as if they were yesterday, but many had.